Now they are here
Like color,
Dispatched upon our side of the canal
Where we
Pretend to survive-
Tied underneath the rainbows,
Trying to make a job of our nullifications-
Dying sparrows
So like a poem,
Dispersed into the tears of April after
All of the virgins have been selected
And sacrificed,
As I tried to say that I loved you,
Even as the baseball team drove away:
And our country fled
Into another country, only if the lands so long
Beneath the heavenly coats of forever
Could get along
Befriending the ponies that are never
Misspelled,
As the oceans divide the lonely greenness through
The ibis of ballrooms,
Where the bodies live, like fish manipulated,
As the genies French-kissed the seraphim,
And filled the water fountains
With the libations they never meant to resolve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem